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“I’m spending time with her.”
“Then you should quash these rumors man, you don’t want to start out on the wrong foot and plague whatever this is between you two with misinformation.”
“Since when do you know anything about relationships?” I joke.
Bently is the one man on the team that stays away from all female contact. He isn’t gay, but he just focuses on the game year round. He’s like a monk. I’ve never seen anyone with as much dedication to one single thing as him. I admire that in a player, but I know that there’s no chance in hell that I wouldn’t be able to indulge myself. Whether it’s in the company of a woman, or other vices.
“I’ve had relationships before, Gun,” he says within a sigh. “Plus, I have three sisters.”
“What I don’t understand is how this is newsworthy?”
“You’re a star player for basically the only pro sports team this town has. You’re a local celebrity.”
“So?”
“So, that means if you’re out and about, especially with a beautiful woman, there will be peering eyes. C’mon man, you’re not a rookie anymore. This is shit you should have learned in one of your training sessions when you joined the big leagues, man.”
“You really think I retained any of that shit? I was too busy thinking about buying fancy shit and how much ass I was going to get.”
“Figures. Lucky that Melinda knows what she’s doing.”
“Do you ever get a weird vibe from her, man?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, like she’s a little too close for comfort?”
“Newsflash, asshole. Not every chick wants to bone you!” Bently snaps his towel at me one more time and begins to walk away.
“Says who?” I laugh following him out.
TONIGHT’S GAME was quick and painless. Bently was on fire tonight with several three up, three down innings resulting in our opponent only getting one run in. I had two three baggers and one homer with the overall score of the game being 9-1. The clubhouse was buzzing, reporters, management and players talking excitedly all at once about our win. Brad Masters, our first baseman, and Bently were finishing up with speaking to reporters as I finished dressing.
“You ready to head over to Mission? I’m feeling like celebrating,” Masters asks.
“Yeah, let me just grab my shit,” I say stuffing my practice clothes into my bag.
“Hey guys, good game,” Melinda says. “Hey Gun, nice run.”
“Thanks,” I smile as I pull my bag’s strap over my head.
“We’re heading over to the Mission, you want to join? Maybe invite a few of your girlfriends?” Masters asks with a wink.
Melinda’s eyes quickly divert to me, searching my reaction that I find as odd. I shrug, what does she want me to say? She’s come out with us after the games before, so her presence wouldn’t be anything new. She’s her own person and what I think means nothing.
“I’ll meet you guys there. I’m just going to drop my bag off at my place and make a few phone calls.” I say stepping away.
Without looking back, I exit and make my way through the tunnels to the players exit. Once outside, I turn my phone back on and pull up Sawyer’s information. My finger hovers over the call button as several text messages pop up from her from hours ago.
SAWYER: There’s even more stories out there now.
Sawyer: I think we need to stop seeing each other. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this. Can’t have whatever this is between us interfere with my work or what my family thinks of me.
Sawyer: Goodbye Gunnar.
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED? I left her place this morning and everything was great. Yeah, that article came out today, but seriously, she’s got to understand that I was busy all day. I hope that’s not the reason she’s ending things.
I press the phone icon and call her. The phone rings once and then goes to voicemail. She sent me to her voicemail. On purpose.
